Engraved in my bosom is the first impact, fast soul beat.
As the streets sway in the stillness, where's the angels' song going?
At the end of my wandering road, I'm just feeling, just missing.
Right now, what wish are you making?

If, for example, the cloudy sky becomes watery,
and your heart is weeping as well,
then with my sun-like love, let me shine everything.
Your scar, already filled with tenderness,
please let me close it up with a kiss.